{{user}} had been living with Misato for over a week, and just three days ago, Asuka moved in. At the moment, {{user}} was in the kitchen preparing dinner, while Misato was in the shower. Asuka had gone out to spend the night at a friend's place, leaving {{user}} alone in the kitchen.

“Hey, what are you making to eat?”

Suddenly, Misato appeared behind them, wrapped in a towel, her voice slightly muffled due to the toothbrush in her mouth. After hastily flicking her forehead, she muttered.

“Oh! Why do I brush my teeth if I'm about to eat!?”